Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

"Yeah, I sincerely hope so."

Ayame sighs much deeper this time. "Haaah. Alright. What did you want to talk about?"

"Let's start with this Iris woman. What was that Child of Agony thingy you said?"

Her mood instantly lightens. I knew it was a good idea to retain my more intimate topics until she gets more comfortable.

"Child of Agony is an Epic rarity class that debuffs its user with various debilitating effects but in exchange grants buffs. It's up to the class holder to retain their sanity and combat-readiness despite the immense pain they are constantly subjected to, and if they can, they get rewarded handsomely in the form of bonus temporary stats and strong spells.

The ugly name comes from its unlock requirements, which are just straight up horrible. One needs to be tormented from the moment they are four years old- which is when children really start to understand what's going on around themselves- until they reach the age of fourteen, constantly. Without a day's rest. The child has to feel permanent terror, horror, hopelessness, depression, and such.

If they feel a single happy or hopeful thought for more than a few hours, the class can't be unlocked at all.

Furthermore, even if one subjects a child to all these, it isn't certain that they will unlock the class once they turn fourteen years of age. No one knows why, or what is the cause, but this at least makes it so cruel adults don't create child farms where they torment kids en masse to have an entire army made up of Children of Agony.

In fact, that method doesn't work at all, whoever tried it before produced no Child of Agony. It is theorized that it only works if one's own parents cause all the distress, and only if they do it not with the intention to awaken the class but just out of pure, evil malice, but even then, it's hit or miss."

Holy. Fuck.

That's a bit too much for me. I would never do this to children, especially not mine, and I'm supposed to be the villain?

"Utterly disgusting." I state with venom in my tone as I accidentally grip her alluring thigh strongly.

Now I understand why I felt like I was looking at an insane psychopath when I gazed into Iris's unhinged eyes. No wonder a few strings snapped in her head after having such a terrible childhood.

"Ouch! Quinlan!"

I quickly realize what I've done and release her. "I'm sorr-"

"Wait, you just caused me so much pain!"

"Yeah, I'm really sorry-"

"Not that, you could never hurt me like this even if you tried your best before today. You have yet to show me your new stats. Out with your screen." She commands and I oblige.

Ayame sighs tiredly. "So you're telling me that you have leveled up directly to 14 right after finishing your Rank Up Mission… Thief level 22... I guess that somewhat explains why you got 4 levels instantly. If this wasn't enough, you also have higher stats than I did when I was level 14, still have 25 attribute points to spend however you wish, and you also have more than 300 extra HP over me.

Just for fun, after all, why wouldn't you get a 50% bonus to your HP and MP, besides 25% on all attributes?

Furthermore, you can have an infinite number of classes active as long as they are of the evil path, plus three additional ones of the neutral path. You can summon portals to take a vacation to the capital or an exotic beach on a whim, and… Argh, I will stop before I bite my lips out of jealousy." She scoffs, "life really isn't fair."

"Exactly. Some people just have it easy. Unfortunate souls like us have to fight tooth and nail for every small advantage we can get."

"You are so damn funny, Quinlan." She states, but I can tell that despite her harsh words she is on the verge of giggling and is desperately trying to fight back against it.

"Alright, next topic. Female body hair. What's up with this?" I ask as I pinch the silky smooth skin on her left thigh.

"What are you even talking about? Also, stop pinching my skin." She responds while attempting to swat my hand away, unsuccessfully.

"I'm trying to understand why you and Blossom are not hairy at all below your neck level? Besides her tail, of course. I know that you are not shaving, waxing or anything."

"You are making me more confused by the second." Ayame states while giving up on getting me to release her thigh and instead snuggling her head closer to my chest and resting her left hand on my naked breast.

'Someone's getting quite comfortable despite her previous reluctance...'

I clarify; "back in my world people grew body hair. I don't know how it is here, but if you were from my planet your legs, arms and armpits would at least be slightly hairy, as well as your lady-flower area. Unless you had same rare physical condition perhaps, I don't know for sure if those existed.

Normal ladies would either have to just accept it- but that is considered almost a complete social taboo- shave it regularly, or wear clothes that hide their limbs, especially legs and armpits, in public."

"That's so strange…" She murmurs. "I don't know about other women, but I at the very least don't grow hair. I can't really tell you more than this, I've never read or heard anything about this topic."

"I see… It makes sense if we consider you to be different species than the humans from my world. Who is to say you have to go through the exact same evolutionary path as we did? Maybe the Goddess just thought one day 'let there be humans' and the first specimens were created, who were not homo sapiens like we are but more so her idealized version.

Also, since there were no leveling or system in my world, you might be pretty different from us below the surface to be able to accommodate the upgrades your physique receives when you gain or put points into Strength and such, because with the human biology I'm aware of, it makes absolutely no sense whatsoever to have a petite girl like you overpower heavyweight warriors who are five times your weight." I muse out loud.

"Can you tell me a bit more about this?" She asks curiously.

I happily entertain her request and begin telling tales of Earth's supreme inhabitants.

Thirty minutes pass as we discuss this topic, and just as we come to a halt I decide to become bold again.

I lift my left hand and move it lower… until it rests on her bubbly butt, and I grab a handful of it.

'Ah… This feeling… I don't ever want to let go. So otherworldly alluring…'

Just as I do so, I feel tremendous pain in my nipple as Ayame pinches it with entirely unjust and unwarranted cruelty.